Ray Bradbury is a inspirational author of mine, I read his countless books and never am I disappointed in one. He intrigues the reader with twisted, futuristic stories that tell un-imaginable events. Somewhere in all those fiction stories, there is truth. Truth about our world, and what we will do to ourselves in the end.
In one of Bradbury's books, he tells many short stories of the people of earth and their destruction of their planet. They got so involved in War World III, they let greed get the best of them. They ended up bombing every single being to death's gate.
I find myself thinking that Bradbury has reminded me of something that seemed so familiar, our world.
We try to get ourselves out of debt, feed the hungry and care for the poor. All the while, we still have hate in our hearts and in our minds. We're still in war, taking the lives of innocent men and woman who were told to defend their country. Bombing countless towns, and taking what isn't ours. Building our pride, by the death's of others. Stirring hate, and pushing us away from our founding fathers. Sooner or later our hate will catch up with us, our world will collapse and burn to the ground.
As your shrieking from the pain of losing your legs, and having a bullet in your chest, you look around and see vultures diving into the piles of body's. Scooping an innocent child's head into it's large mouth, and you begin to realize that a few days ago that child was probably begging his mom for a snack at the grocery store, holding onto the hand of his father while humming to the radio.
As you suck in the last bit of poisoned air, you realize it didn't matter about the debt and the hungry. It mattered about our civility, responsibility, and love towards others. But it's to late to change the past and our actions, for the last bomb hit the ground, the last breathing person fell to the earth. Thousands of vultures fill the grey sky, they begin to hawk with excitement from seeing all the human corpse's.
In the end,
There's no one left,
Except the one's to pick up our mess,
To eat away at our body's
Vultures are their names,
They find joy in the dead,
They eat away at an innocent child's head,
Oh but they don't care, no compassion whatsoever,
You have no say in this, you are among the dead.
All because we let our heart's turn cold,
Our hate got too old,
Caved in, and gave us what we deserved.
[[ The truth is all I see, the outcome shocks me ]] ~ Let's start over while we have the chance, and build this nation as if we were our founding fathers. They knew what was best for us, so why stray just to run into death?
~[ M a y h e m. x]
